Assembly of Skill! [Training00]

Stepping onto the hard soiled floor, Ryuuza prepared for another scrupulous session of jutsu development. His skills slowly growing more adapt for the sealing arts, the Shinobi knew that if he were going to stand a chance against any opponent above his current skill, he had to expand his offensive and defensive horizon, and strike to double his efforts in terms of learning more and in-depth techniques. Having snagged one of his old journals on Fūin inscription while rummaging through a pile of documents, Ryuuza felt it necessary to explore into their text while he was able to stay in solitude under Hime’s care. She wasn’t home at the moment, but permitted Ryuuza use to the subversive basin to further his training. She never specified for what however.

Shuin: Shinaji; a rather intriguing sealing technique Ryuuza had the pleasure of experiencing in battle during one of his many combat-related dreams. It was even more auspicious his mind had a comprehensive explanation of its use, as well as a massive domain lit completely by the luminous substance of artificial warmth that allowed no corner of the underground study to be shrouded in darkness save for the shadows that crept from the structures. Interested and strongly excited after realizing its effectiveness in battle, Ryuuza was well prepared to begin with indecision, and without interruption. Hime-sama said she’d be gone for hours, which give him the entire day to train continually on this singular technique.

“Shuin: Shinaji!”

Finishing the initial invocation and declare of the technique’s name, Ryuuza vanished; however not within the use of a shunshin. Moving throughout the arena, Ryuuza’s present was masked by taking on the characteristics of a dog, a pet of Hime’s. He was completely invisible to the naked eye, and from those who weren’t adapted enough at tracking near imperceptible levels of spiritual power. For the initial test, all seemed to have gone well; he had no problems producing the effect that the Jutsu was designed for. His difficult came with sustaining its use.

Within moments, a moderately auditable thump occurred as Ryuuza fell onto the floor, seemingly dropping from nothingness as his face lied in the grim dirt. “Oouch!” he called out, standing on his feet after lifting himself and patted his frame down. Smiling, Ryuuza noticed how far he had traveled within Shinaji from his starting point. He had made some improvement on his preliminary usage. That was the bright side of his experience, and the sole train of thought that would allow him to push through the intricacy, and struggle for success.

“Shuin: Shinaji!”

“Shuin: Shinaji!”

“Shuin: Shinaji!”

Attempt, after attempt, after attempt; repetition had become Ryuuza’s number fan. He moved from each failure grasping more understanding of the Technique. And with each use, his effectiveness strengthened incalculably. He was becoming more adapted at the Jutsu without straying and dedicating his time, body, and chakra to the cause. Hours had passed, and the day was growing weak; night was pushing into the horizon, evident through the shadows of violet that cascaded across the heavens. Ryuuza had become dexterous with the technique. Most likely through having experienced it in battle, and applying the conception Will had used to his own cause. However before he turned in for the night, the red-haired Shinobi paraded around the underground base; hidden within Kyakko as the manipulation of the visible light shrouded his identity.

Having spent weeks on medium ranked Jutsu, Ryuuza decided for the day, he’d take it back to the basics; providentially for him, today’s Jutsu was extremely effective, despite its rank. Having woken up hours ago, and appropriately cleansed and replenished himself, the Shinobi had stepped back onto the field, with a small cage. Kneeling down, Ryuuza opened the metal-encrusted gate and rushing from its confines, a large cat. Standing up, he watched as the beast scurried around the field with agile intent, and he soon smiled. Today’s training would be rather easy, and he knew he wouldn’t even break a sweat on his exercise. Not one bead of sweat would fall from his face.

“Shuin: Shinaji

Calling out the name of the Jutsu, a red indication burnished brightly on the tip of his finger as he pushed it out towards the open breadth, painting a Kanji. Within moments of the three-dimensional model was finished, a bright red outline traced the frame of the cat, and for the moment, it was frozen solid in complete paralysis. Though the opponents he expected to use this on were larger in stature, the basic concept still applied, and if his spiritual presence was even moderately corresponding to his opponents, this Jutsu would work just fine.

“Shuin: Shinaji!” He repeated the name with fanaticism a number of times, using the same cat he captured as the experimental apparatus for his training session. Each time brought succession as the cat was still-stock in the location in which Shuin: Shinaji had trapped its fate. Smiling, Ryuuza knew that he had already, with a number of tries (though failing in comparison with the stronger Jutsu) had mastered its use. Coincidentally, low-level Jutsu didn’t take as much effort. This brought a smile to Ryuuza’s face as he released the cat back into the world. He had spent several hours down in the basin. He has become so accustomed to training, he barely realized he spent the sum of most of his days honing his craft. He was done for the day. However just to be on the safe side, he would spend the majority of tomorrow working on Shuin: Shinaji as well.

Having spent more than just a single day learning, but perfecting Shinaji, Ryuuza felt he could move on in his training. However his secrecy was breached, for Hime, upon arrival quickly realized the form of training in which the Shinobi had undertaken upon her absence. Nonetheless, she wasn’t disenchanted, and allowed him to stray from his taijutsu practice to work at his favored area of Shinobi combat; that being his Fuuinjutsu. Approaching the luxurious expanse of tan and light russet, Ryuuza relieved himself of his weaponry for the day and only equipped himself with a replenished supply of Energy , but his hands to perform today’s Fuuinjutsu. Having trained his chakra control back home in the Hidden leaf, he felt he needed to future educate himself in the area of the sealing arts for now.

From time to time, Hime practiced up on her Jutsu as well so that she wouldn’t get oxidized; and Ryuuza was left examining her perfected usage. A rather fastidious Jutsu used however would be at Ryuuza’s discretion today. He would based the entirety of his focus on Shuin: Hiryū. A rather fairly ranked Fuuinjutsu, Ryuuza had learned stronger Hadō, and had been on top of his studies and practicing of the arts. If he focused enough, and didn’t get preoccupied, today’s goal would be no problem whatsoever. He was confident he could get it done with negligible harm done to himself. I mean, it was only him and the grand expanse that he rested on underneath earth. There was no one to interrupt him.

Stepping on the podium of sand and potholed earth, Ryuuza sighed, releasing access stress from his body as he brought his hand forward. “Shuin: Hiryū!” dragging his arm forward, a sparsely radiant light of yellow engulfed the sum of his fist. Holding the energy strongly with influence, he began to drag it in a triangular fashion; forming the indicated seals before allowing the kanji to form on his features. As he moved along the preordained track, Ryuuza noticed something quite intriguing. Just as he was running into the final segment, his Jutsu splintered; fracturing, and dissevered. Obviously, his attentiveness wasn’t right on the target, or he simply couldn’t form the kanji. He needed to push pass this dilemma and work towards perfecting the art of Shuin: Hiryūd Jutsu.

“Shuin: Hiryū!”

Rushing his arm through the air was more as the golden portrayal of chakra migrated around his hand, Ryuuza attempt to rebuild the foundation of the Fuuinjutsu. “Damn!” He called out contently, not frustrated, but more so surprised at how difficult learning Shuin: Hiryū was, Ryuuza stopped for a moment to accumulate his thoughts. What was he doing wrong, and for what purpose as to why he couldn’t generate the technique he didn’t know? However he wasn’t shy, and would deviate from the cause. He would push himself until he got it correctly. “Shuin: Hiryū!” he called out, attempting it once more. However in the end, he produced the same results. His smile was gradually weakening. No! He couldn’t lose faith. He came this far and nothing was going to hold him back! Nothing!

“Shuin: Hiryū!”

Shouting the technique’s names a number of times upon a number of times, Ryuuza forced himself to etch his flaws into his mind, and work at correcting them. He performed the Jutsu so many times he lost count as the hours passed. However! Something bight came from the ordeal. He was learning not only how to alleviate his Jutsu, but he also formed the three spike like attachments that would ultimately rocket out upon his mastery towards his opposition. He was making great progress, and was establishing his right to becoming a proficient user of Jutsu It was only a matter of time.

Time weathered away, slowly rotting the day, as Ryuuza worked well into the next morning. Night had forsaken him, and his energy levels were inhuman at the moment. He wasn’t tired, but yet his eyes were taxed. His body language projected exhaustion, but his will wouldn’t allow him to sleep. He continued away at the Jutsu until suddenly he smiled. Reaching his arm out, Ryuuza noticed something as he worked overboard, and diminished his reserves.

“30, Shuin: Hiryū!”

Arm moving out, Ryuuza began to trace the outline of a triangle using the incandescent yellow chakra that pulsed from his hand. He had done it! The spikes slowly began to form at the peak of the three corners, and with a thus of his arm, he launched the lance-like blades from the Fuuinjutsu as they rushed quickly through the sky. He had executed a flawless Shuin: Hiryū. In reality he had accomplished his task hours ago; but due to his lack of sleep, the realization that he had done so had just settled into his mind. Upon finishing the Jutsu, Ryuuza laughed, only to fall backwards as he feel unconscious. He slept right on the dirt. However he slept with a new technique.

Once again, Ryuuza would train the basics to further institute judicious understanding. He would force himself to center his training around Shuin: Hiryū. A relatively trouble-free technique to learn at this point, however the benefit didn’t come from learning such an easy technique, but equipping himself with the more effective Jutsu that posed greater challenges for opponents when forced into a tight position. Combination techniques that complimented tactics and other skills well to generate optimum results. That was Ryuuza’s goal. Not to learn every Jutsu, but to learn the ones that would prove beneficial to him. One could have all the techniques they needed. However if there was no spinal cord to their plans, they’d virtually be for nothing.

“Shuin: Hiryū!”

Ryuuza called out, as he produced the energy needed effortlessly to materialize the Jutsu, directing his focus towards the ground on a small bypassing stone. He has been quite the collector nowadays, capturing mineral to experiment his undisruptive Jutsu on, and afterwards letting them free. As the Fuuinjutsu took place, the rock instantly exploded, falling to the ground. Mastering the technique in one shot (after several hishaps), it would seem as if the weaker techniques would be comparatively easier for him to master then the higher ranking ones; as logic implies. Releasing the ties to his chakra, Ryuuza smiled before falling to the terra firma.Though excruciating, he was happy with his results.

Technique(s):

Back onto the golden sand canvas carved for battle and development, Ryuuza found himself in the midst of learning another Jutsu. This one, a step up from his previous days; however it tied in perfectly with his mastery of sai, and was only the augmented adaptation, which would make it that much more easier to learn. Being a technique derived from a root in which he possessed, Ryuuza already possessed the essentials to create it. All he had to do now was supply the effort, obligation, and dedication which he had channeled into all his previous technique registration into his arsenal.

“Sumitsuki: Tengoku!”

He called out, arms rotating towards a nearby tree as he smiled. The tips of his fingers began to smolder a grand scheme of yellow as he focused his chakra through them as his catalyst for execution. Immediately, a stream of blue binds exploded from his essence, and ruptured towards the annals of his brain and body. As the ties moved with great speed, Ryuuza was convinced that he had one-shot this skill as well. Nonetheless, he was certainly wrong, for the moment they touched the cerebral opposition, they splinted upon contact and shattered into fragments of dissipated chakra. An obvious dissatisfaction for the sole fact he assumed he had mastered the technique, Ryuuza didn’t lower his spirits and would stay vigilant. He would work at this technique until he could call it his own.

“, Sumitsuki: Tengoku!”

This name, coupled with the incantation had been repeated numerous times over, and with each voiced indication of the Jutsu, a series of yellow ropes extended from his fingers and moved towards the branches. Each attempt brought new hopes, and with hope came satisfaction. Ryuuza was moving closer to his ultimate goal of mastering the technique, and he had all a few days to do it. He would work out a schedule of sorts. But for now, he was content with his progress.

He would replicate the Fuuinjutsu for hours on end, until finally; he had grasped mastery over it. “Sumitsuki: Tengoku!” he called out, shooting his hand forward, releasing the golden array of ropes that coiled around the bark limbs, wrapping, and through the process of constriction, snapped them in half. This would prove quite the beneficial technique thought the Shinobi as he smiled.

Ah, what a treasure Ryuuza had acquired before his venturing off into the human world, a facsimile of his illegitimate journals; or at least an incomplete version (consisting of just copied parchment Ryuuza happened to gain when his counselor was sleep or unconscious due to his love for alcoholic beverages). With this documentation, Ryuuza could virtually edify himself most of the Jutsu he wanted to learn, which brought upon another reasonably strengthen Fuuinjutsu for the time being. His goal was to at least learn enough to be considered an expert. However dependent on his muse, and overall perseverance, he may learn more than required, or less; it was solely reliant on his own worth ethic.

Feet pressed firmly on the golden fragments that compiled the flooring of Hime’s underground washbasin of a study, Ryuuza readied himself for another interesting day in the life of a Jutsu undergraduate. It was hard teaching himself, and it took some time. Nonetheless he was willing to take the extra time to make sure he knew precisely what he was doing, and how he was going to do it. Perfection was the name of the game, and Ryuuza expected himself to become quite proficient at such an activity of perfectionism. Inhaling deeply, and exhaling gradually, subsequent a succinct exercise period to ready himself, Ryuuza was ready to begin his training with aspirations of gaining a new tool for his ‘belt’.

“Sumitsuki: Tengoku!”

Forcing his hands together, Ryuuza engendered his spiritual presence into his surroundings, and moments following, a large rumble emerged. Spiking from the ground was a series of four-prong walls, that merged together, creating a box blockade; similar to that of a storm lantern. From that, he clapped once more, and within an moment, a grand blur of orange erupted from the inside, signifying a powerful explosion as the lantern imploded. As the smoke subsided, Ryuuza was somewhat concerned, knowing his Jutsu took way too long to form. He had to reach ample timing, like it should be used within an instant. That was the flaw he now had to face.

“Sumitsuki: Tengoku!”

He recited once more, a number of times over; reacting the Jutsu with expertise as he allowed one to follow after another. Chakra-infused constrictions erupted his brain, and from these kanji, produced grand explosions on the inside of streaming flames and searing heat that was beyond comprehension. He continued at this practice until he got it right, after hours of preparation and trial and error. It was hard, but he had accomplished what he set out to complete. He had learned a new Jutsu for all intents and purposes. He was content with his efforts and that signified an end for his day’s training. He would start up once more once his energy regenerated.

It was time to up the ante, and Ryuuza knew exactly how he was going to do that; he was going to teach himself the strongest Fuuinjutsu up to date for himself personally. Back onto the gold and brown topography of the subversive basin, the Shinobi prepared himself to instruct himself in a new technique. Skimming through his illegitimate replica of his Jutsu book one final time to make sure he was not only doing the right demonic art, but as well all the components for its initial use, he sighed contently and placed the document to his side. He was ready to begin his day’s training.

“Sumitsuki: Tengoku!”


Touching base with the ground via the translation of locomotion through his palms, Ryuuza focused his chakra into the Fuuinjutsu. Sweat quickly forming on his face, the Shinobi, just from one initial use realizes the extent of power he had to produce at his current level of understanding. The mats began their manifestation into the world, forming from golden cells of chakra, forming and molding upon one another to alleviate the foundation’s shape and eventually split into three. Nonetheless, to Ryuuza’s consternation, he couldn’t only not perform the technique, but just as the three individual tatami mats formed, they instantly dissolved into chains of spiritual energy, He had failed his first attempt. That was expected nonetheless.

“Sumitsuki: Tengoku!”

“Sumitsuki: Tengoku!”

“Sumitsuki: Tengoku!”

“Sumitsuki: Tengoku!”

Attempt, after attempt, Ryuuza failed, but steadily grew at forming the tatami mat. He could see his succession through not only the mats starting to stabilize, but also had the promptness at which they motorized into the world. Sweat danced down his face after hours of education manifested through self-instruction and self-discipline. He continued to work at his ambition, and with the installation of allegiance and worth ethic, Ryuuza was on the verge of producing the results he dreadfully, but with a content demeanor, strived for. He would try it a number of times onward, attempting to fully master the art of the Jutsu. With hours to his name in terms of training, Ryuuza was becoming somewhat exhausted. Nevertheless, his will wouldn’t allow him to rest. He had to accomplish his task before any resting would ever become reality.

Hours continued to eat away at his resolve, however in the midst of his body shutting down, Ryuuza realized he had finally mastered the Jutsu. Bursting into existence from the domain of golden chakra, three individual, massive tatami mats blocked his forefront, and with a thrust of his resolve, Ryuuza forced all three mats into three different directions with grand force. Smiling, Ryuuza returned to his guess room and planned to rest for the evening. He was tired and was in dire need of some sleep.

But he couldn’t.

Wonder how long I can stay here,, This wasn’t a idiom to his ability to survive in Shinobi; many couldn’t even stand to be in his presence and even stronger foes fell to his blade. He was safe here and rarely was his existence contested and threatened while in this world which held such a negative inference before his npromotio. More concerned with when he could return home, even the stillness that came with a new environment and highly influential allies could never replace the luxurious forestry and ostensibly modernized edifices that constructed the Hidden Leaf’s expanse. His former friends and the people he had grown so accustomed to vanishing the moment motivation permeated his body. Regardless it was an experience that brought him closer to a darker side of him he normally would reject.

Rolling over on his side, his eyes diverting from the dark enormity above and shifting to the dull movement of passing sand swept away in the weak breeze, He yawned. Maybe he could catch up on some rest here; the shinobi wouldn’t dare look for him here of all places. He could relax as his gear resided just to his side, closest to his right-facing facial features. Dropping his spiritual presence to nothing intimidating or noteworthy, he attempted to fall asleep.

Technique (s):

Hours had pass after completion of the Tengoku, and Ryuuza was well at work reading the guidebook once more, seeking a new technique to teach himself. Self-edification was tedious, and quite time consuming. Nonetheless, it applied more discipline and once the task was complete, a better sense of conclusion and achievement would follow. Ryuuza, one who thrived more on self-improvement and the quality of his work versus the quantity was willing to put in the extra time and effort to better equip himself for the future.

He would amble through the pages, casually roaming through the fine text until he closed the book once more, finding a new technique to teach himself. Yet another Fuuin, it would, up until this point, be one of the strongest technique he would study. Nevertheless, that was preparation and past experiences came into effect. In theory, all he’d have to do was reflect on what he previously learned, apply it to this session, and sooner rather than later, he’d have himself a new technique under his belt. This brought a smile the Shinobi’s face as he placed the book down, and took stance. Once again taking to rumination to generate a bond between body, soul and mind, Ryuuza produced the link once more.

A short murmur could be heard escaping the boy’s lips. A prayer of some short to channel his concentration into something physical; something real. This process of the mind, body and soul would be repeated over the course of this exercise.

Thrusting his right arm forward, bending his elbow to allow his fist to face him, Ryuuza channeled his chakra from his body, effectively converting it into chakra as an iridescent array of white flooded his palm. The energy pulsated around his wrist, spiraling upwards, soon solidifying around his fingers, and eventually, his entire hand. Smiling, a soft chuckle escaped into the air as the Shinobi went to push his hand into the ground. The expected result being a large explosion, followed by a generous crater left in the attack’s wake.

As his fist motioned downward, just before impact, the light dissipated, and a bare hand smashed into the stone floor. “OOOOOOUUUUCH!” Ryuuza called out in pain, quickly bringing his hand up, noticing a bruise coating his knuckles. Sighing in confusion and dissatisfaction at the failed attempt, there was only one thing to do now. TRY AGAIN!

A short murmur could be heard escaping the boy’s lips. A prayer of some short to channel his concentration into something physical; something real. This process of the mind, body and soul would be repeated over the course of this exercise.

Reciting his mental prayer twice over, the Shinobi accumulated the energy required. The white gloss returning over his hand, Ryuuza smiled. Attempting to smash into the ground once more, each time, the time stayed. Nonetheless, the area of effect didn’t change. A crater never formed, only small cracks normally resulting in one brushes against the dirt. At least he was making effort. And from his analysis, with each strike, he was growing more adept with its application.

Shouting the technique’s names a number of times upon a number of times, Ryuuza forced himself to etch his flaws into his mind, and work at correcting them. He performed the Fuuinjutsu so many times he lost count as the hours passed. However! Something bight came from the ordeal. He was learning not only how to alleviate his Fuuinjutsu, but he also formed the three kata-like attachments that would ultimately rocket out upon his mastery towards his opposition. He was making great progress, and was establishing his right to becoming a proficient user of Fuuinjutsu It was only a matter of time.

Time weathered away, slowly rotting the day, as Ryuuza worked well into the next morning. Night had forsaken him, and his energy levels were inhuman at the moment. He wasn’t tired, but yet his eyes were taxed. His body language projected exhaustion, but his will wouldn’t allow him to sleep. He continued away at the Fuuinjutsu until suddenly he smiled. Reaching his arm out, Ryuuza noticed something as he worked overboard, and diminished his reserves.

“Shuin: Shinshi Tacchi!”

“Shuin: Shinshi Tacchi!”

“Shuin: Shinshi Tacchi!”

“Shuin: Shinshi Tacchi!”

On the seventh attempt, accomplished after a concise break to regain his breath and restore some of his energy, the Fuuinjutsu landed. His fist, coated in a layer of white, smashed into the ground, a moderately sized explosion sounding, Ryuuza, maladroitly falling into the uplifting debris. As the smoke and dust settled, Ryuuza found himself in a large crater, created from his technique application. He smiled. Achieving yet another technique to add to his weaponry, all he could do was continue.

The day would soon transition into night, and Hime was bound to be home anytime soon. If she found out Ryuuza was training without her again, his admittance into the underground basin may be revoked. He needed to complete his training, and do so in a timely manner. Odds are, he had a good hour or two. If he worked unremittingly, he could work in one more Fuuinjutsu, two at tops, which would be good, seeing as he had already learned two previously, and one being the hardest of his list for his current level, as such he would roam through the guidebook once more, looking for an appropriate Fuuinjutsu to implicate and add to his artillery of techniques.

Scrolling to the thirty-first page, Ryuuza grinned, as he found his next technique. A breeze compared to his latest addition, he would be able to fly through this technique given his current skill in the demonic arts. Odd how he turned his once weakest field in combat into one of his most commanding, eh? Reading the final manuscript of the modus operandi, he would close the book for the third time today, only to be opened up once more in the near future and soon stepped into the opening once more.

Technique(s):

The option to learn another technique was a an opportunity Ryuuza never truly desired to give up, and as such, with the remainder of his day, the Shnobi would, at his best try to knock out one or two more Fuuinjutsu to solidify his place amongst the greats. Under his belt, he housed forty or more so Fuuinjutsu, a well-blended combination of Fuin and chakra prowess to opt in and out of. His talents had grown so amazingly, and radically with the demonic arts, they were easily his primary form of offense, where formerly it was Taijutsu, using his latent physical talent. Regardless, he was conceived for bladed and melee combat, his past life dictated as such. He could train that anywhere. Fuuinjutsu however he would be extremely limited to when he branched from the Soul Society. Having to truly grasp all he could now, he wanted to reach a level that would eventually allow him to create his own techniques, or lower others faster.

Following suit with his three prior experiences, Ryuuza marched to the Fuuinjutu annals, the foremost housing facility of all creative arts in his mind and returned his previously used credentials, and exchanged it for another. A stronger technique then the one he once experienced in a dream, it was still quite robust, and would prove useful on the battlefield. After all, he was only adding to his timetable, and was far from where he desired to stand on in the end. Yet, close to realizing the unexploited potential he held in this area—a field of training he neglected for so long, only to skyrocket up the later and eventually become one of the most disciplined users of Fuuinjutsu for his current generation. Elated he would be if he could learn this technique, and after a rest, he felt his energy was up to standard, and would be more than enough to master it. After all, he possessed insane reserves of Chakra , and more importantly, strength of mind.

Exiting his own quarters, and proceeding to the training grounds, information on his next technique well in hand, the Shnobi walked on with a confident strut. The day was slowly fading away, already a little after 5pm, and he had been up almost twelve hours training frenziedly, his only breaks coming in the forms of concise naps, and his trips back and forth from his apartment. Entering the training grounds once more, and settling for a location that wasn’t nearly as crowded, the Shnobi smiled, realizing he was, for the most part alone save for the miniature birds passing, and the Shnobi trainees off into the distance. He had the location to himself, and could truly focus on his training at hand. Stepping out into the opening, not fearing what he wouldn’t accomplish, but expecting progression as he continued on, Ryuuza sighed, inhaling deeply, then expending the air he once took in as he controlled his breathing regulation. It was time for him to show up all speculation.

“Shuin: Ametsuchi!”

He shouted, arms propped to his side to add a little more ‘it” to this factor as he waited; instantly, forming in front of his body was a thick veil of nothingness. Nothing in the slightest bit happened, which really a surprise wasn’t given the immense training he was put through just to learn the three prior. Ryuuza sighed, nonetheless, as he motioned out further, and would attempt this feat once more. He had all day, and if he liked it or not, he would learn this damned technique if his life depended on it, which it would eventually considering what he would face in the near future. A Shnobi who smiled constantly, though at his own failure was rare, but Ryuuza thought of it in a more abstract light, to be frank with anyone. His failure only opened more room for succession, which he would accomplish, believe it or not.

Time to try it again. Washing his hands against one another, whipping away small traces of debris and muck, Ryuuza took to a rather relaxed stance. “Shuin: Ametsuchi!” He shouted, realizing nothing was happening again; a smile still protruded from his frame as failure ensued, for opportunity manifested. “Shuin: Ametsuchi” He exclaimed with passion fortitude behind his tone as the Shnigami continued on, attempting to hammer away at the technique to further acquaint his frame and spiritual presence with such a devastatingly powerful binding technique. To think, the next and final installment in his Fuuinjutsu training would consist of a skill, a trade that vastly outranked the one he was currently learning, but rested up there with the others he already practiced. Sighing once more, looking back at the book that rested behind him, scanning over the pages once more to analyze any shortcuts to victory, he smiled, and recognized a pattern of sorts.

“Shuin: Ametsuchi!”

He exclaimed once more, focusing his Fuuinjutsu towards the ground, and beholding the slight a construction emerging from the ground, a grand wall—an opposition like nothing he had previously created spiraling into existence as his technique fell into play. There, resting behind a lucent wall of chakra, the Shnobi looked on with wide eyes. “HELL YES!” He shouted, jumping for joy at the sight of the all-encompassing Fuuinjutsu as the giant wall rested in front of him, only defending him currently from the passing breeze. “You’re going to make me a strong S---“ He stopped, as he touched the side of the wall, only to eventually cause it to crumble beneath his weak grasp—his Fuuinjutsu failed as shards of chakra fell to the ground, dispersing into the air as Ryuuza looked on confusingly.

“Shuin: Ametsuchi!” He bellowed, followed by a number of other times which resulted in the same upset. He formed the wall, but couldn’t stabilize it. He wasn’t putting enough passion into it! Or so his one-dimensional thought process dictated as he felt the more of yourself you put into the technique, the stronger and more effective it became. “Shuin: Ametsuchi!’ He shouted, yet again another failure, but a sensation of hope fell through this one. The wall was much stronger before, and it took him a strong push to shatter it. A smile creeping along the corners of his face, Ryuuza murmured to himself before taking a quick break to regain his breath. This was insane, how much effort he was expending just to say he learned a few techniques he most likely wouldn’t use until he came upon an opponent that was stronger than he was. A lot most likely rested between the three realms, but odds are, he wouldn’t run into them randomly, and if or when he did, he’d be just as powerful or near their strength.

This would be his last time executing this technique, for after the execution, he could add one more to his weaponry. “Shuin: Ametsuchi!” He exclaimed, zeal flooding his tone as he activated the Fuuinjutsu. Emerging before him once more, the pervasive wall of solid chakra materialized and stabilized to form a solid defense. A smile slipping onto his face as Ryuuza sensed no flaws in its design, it was a perfect, or near perfectly executed Chakra prowess and the end result was something to gawk at. He had done it, and now he could rest for a little bit, start back up tomorrow and learn one final technique before calling an end to his Fuuinjutsu for a while.




Fuuinjutsu mastery; a secretive passion amongst any other. A goal implicated and a will achieved through years of construction and modification finally found new motivation beneath its revelation, Ryuuza’s own determination. Prestigious, and only accessible to those who not only show talent in the field of the sealing jutsu, but also a resolve unmatched, and unparalleled. Koizumi, Ryuuza, a proud shinobi of the hidden leaf jumped for joy at the documents that rested on his reading desk. Addressed to him, this wasn’t a mistake, and embellished with the grand seal of the Fuuinjutsu, the envelope was of utter importance, and as patient as he was, his own curious excitement got the better of him.

Stepping to the desk, akin to a lion stalking its prey, the Shnobi reached over, and with one swift motion, pulled the envelope to his face, punctually ripping it to shred, and revealing the white piece of elegantly ornamented parchment as he pulled it to his dace. A LARGE grin placed solely across his face as Ryuuza proceeded to reading the documentation.

Jumping up and down, as if a child in a candy store, the crimson-haired Shnobi ran around his room a number of times before settling in his bed, preparing for sleep. He had a long day tomorrow, you know, learning new and more powerful Fuuinjutsu that the library dreams housed. Too exited was he. Falling asleep promptly with the acceptance letter in his hand, Ryuuza’s dreams were filled with future accomplishments beneath the Fuuinjutsu belt.

Technique(s):

It was time, and his dedication to the Kage Bunshin practice would truly be realized. Having neglected for the better part of a month his own speed evolution and focusing more on his Fuuinjutsu and Chakra control thought it right to finally establish his roots, and perfect it as best he could. His time with Hime really showcased his sequence better than any mere technique of instant movement could; he had grown stronger, moved faster, and developed a more resilient body, all within the short amount of time in which he presented himself to the flash goddess. Nonetheless, this field of expertise of something he normally excelled in, it was only fitting he worked to achieved the true testament to his strength; excellence.

His setting of choice this time was the Konoha training ground, which housed numerous tools and conveniences that would ultimately help him achieve mastery over the Shunshin and Kage Bunshin field in general. Starting as early as 6am, as he designated for a number of exercises prior to today, the Shinobi would make quick travel as he flash stepped from his quarters in the second division barracks, covering great distances in a matter of three steps. Still too many to his likings, nonetheless, it was remarkable considering what he could accomplish prior to meeting Hime.

Appearing from apparently nothingness, the Shinobi wasted little time as he searched the area for anyone else in attendance. Quite conscious of what he did in public, seeming only to conceal his talents till needed, Ryuuza wasn’t found of his progression being documented to one day be used against him in the near future. After a few moments using Shunshin just for the hell of it to make due around the entire field in a matter of seconds, nothing appeared on his radar. Not even the smallest amount trace of chakra appeared, nor any entity strong enough to be considered sub-par roamed the area, he was free to carry on with his training in solitude.

First lesson, bodily stretching. A loose, stress-devoid battle made the execution of Shunshin and any other supple movement that much easier. Having learned much during his time in the second division, as well as training under Hime, Ryuuza was quite confident in what he was bringing to the table, his power grew every day and he urbanized at such an astute level, sooner or later, he wouldn’t be bound by such sodalities that normally defined a typical Shinobi. Transitioning from a series of arm stretches, to the division of legs, and working uniformly on their release, Ryuuza would spend a modest thirty minutes on basic and moderate exercises before finally turning his attention to what he truly came to train. Shunshin.

Looking out into the remoteness, namely the opposite end of the entrance, Ryuuza wonder how many steps it would take him to cover that entire expanse, and back communally. Pondering on the thought, his mind calculated indistinctly the distance, as well as analyzed his own skill in such an area and came up with a rough estimated number. “Twelve!” He shouted, adding on two more steps to what he truly thought for marginal tracking. Crouching down, placing both hands on the ground, and motioning his legs back, though unaligned, Ryuuza took a runner’s stance as he prepared to take off. “3….2……1!” He counted aloud, knocking down away at the numbers until it was time for him to take off, and adrenaline pumping with each breath, the Shinobi was ready.

“Go!” He vanished,

The wind beneath his body dancing away as leaves danced aggressively in the air from the position in which the Shinobi once stood, the area now stood untenanted for the moment. A second passed, followed by another, soon accompanied by two. Five seconds marked the period until a break in the breeze’s direction sounded, and soon enough streaks of red emerged from an unapproachable void, as a figure stood in the same location where the crimson-haired warrior once stood. Ryuuza had returned, a smile half-heartedly propped on his face as he murmured beneath his breath. Notably, the time it took him to travel such a long distance and back was staggering.

“Ten steps exactly. Not bad. Could be better though,” Having reached his goal, one would assume a Shinobi who characteristically placed such high standards on himself would be elated. Nonetheless, he felt he was being indulgent and now generalized any experience training Kage Bunshin with his time under Hime’s protective shroud. She wouldn’t have accepted such a time, nor number of steps, as such neither would he. Taking a moment to drill the thought into his head, the red-haired Shinobi, though somewhat dissatisfied disclosed the thought, and continued on as he vanished once more without notice, seemingly attempting to beat his once established record.

The crackling of the crisp grass signaled his arrival. Strands of lush crimson falling to his shoulders as the ends were pulled back into a securely fixed ponytail. The gentle sway of his Hitai-ate caressing his hip as he strolled forward. Legs carrying the weight that was expressed through his slim, but masculine figure. The sway of his white hakuma grasping the thighs of his body evenly; the ends of his pants gathered at the ankles, tucked into his sandals creating a rather astounding bellowing effect.

Arriving at the aperture surrounded by a population dense of trees and other natural ornaments, Ryuuza tucked his material belongings aside beneath one of the grand vales of shade implements. Placing his Hitai-ate to the side, he stretched, releasing the tension that had built up over numerous hours of tracking to the secluded location. After a few moments, he sighed contently, ready to begin the day’s phenomenal training session.

Stepping into the center of the grand cavity, Ryuuza smiled, subsequent his vanishing act from the opening. Leaves picking up in a flustering nor'easter of wind that laid in his wake. Almost instantaneously reappearing a few kilometers away, he stepped, and soon enough, disappeared once more. Dashing, darting, dipping in-between the numerous array of varying oak structures, he quickly made his way around the forest. The silent touch of his toes pressing against the branches without a second’s notice of his arrival echoed all throughout the woodlands quietly. His training had just begun.

Breaking the balance of herculean velocity, Ryuuza continued away at his Shunshin training. Leaping from one section of the forest to another. Legs extending, only to distort as his body re-entered the supersonic travel. He could see it all, feel the wind in all it’s entirely. He became one with his surroundings, and his body, though moving at extreme speeds, felt as if he was feather tenderly swaying from one side to another. The wind could scarcely press against his clothing before he moved once more. He didn’t waste any time with his training. Dedication placed promptly on the surface of his lightly tanned face as he registered his own speed mentally. He wasn’t moving as fast as he wanted to; he wasn’t covering as much land as he wanted to cover in a certain amount of time.

Minutes had turned to hours, and hours into even more hours. Sweat had gathered along the chiseled body of the Red-haired Shinobi. Heavy panting escaped his lips as his hands were pressed against his kneecaps. His back had taken a crooked approach, as strands of his vibrant hair laced over his shoulders in an indolent manner. Having spent the majority of his day out in the blazing sun, exerting increasingly draining energy to amplify his skill, Ryuuza only felt he hadn’t reach the progress he expected to. This brought upon a determination that immediately spiked his glucose conveyance; he felt revitalized. He wanted to continue, and the sky hadn’t fully reached pallor of dark purple to signify night. He would exploit every hour of the day that his body would allow. Providentially being in the 2nd division helped train and regulate his endurance.

A second passed, followed by another, which was proceeded by another. Upon the forth, and final, Ryuuza emerged once more, back in his same location from which he started as he shaved an entire second off his journey, while still showing no signs of fatigue or lack of interest. A smile he once damaged with bitterness was now flooded with elation as he counted to himself once more, registering the seconds and steps it took him to cover the ground once more, before his eyes widen at the comprehension of what he had actually accomplished by himself. “Four seconds, several steps. That’s more like it.” He muttered to himself, cautious to not allow the thoughts to leave the area, still cognizant to the fact no one was around. Time to move onto another exercise.

Several hours passed, Ryuuza continued at the Exercise to gauge his distance and endurance during Shunshin; his end result shrinking as his progression became evident.


Having worked with Fuuinjutsu for so long, the Shinobi developed another work out that would test his speed and accuracy indefinitely as he stepped into an open, careful not to alert anyone nearby as the field accepted trainees around noon. Fortunately after some careful and dexterous persuasion, the Shinobi convinced a number of anticipating Shinobi to allow him this moderately sized space to train while they ventured elsewhere. After all the field was large enough for them to accept the terms of agreement and still profit as they convinced the crimson-haired to train them later. Ah, the youth of the Konoha, the legacy which each Captain hoped to instructed during sometime in their life. They gave Ryuuza hope. Nonetheless, it was back to the woodworks!

“Haaaa!” He shouted, aiming his index finger towards the sky, instantaneously releasing a vivid bolt of incandescent blue as the Fuuinjutsu rocketed upwards, detaching from his finger, allowing the tail to swivel up. Nonetheless, Ryuuza wouldn’t stay ground as he immediately crouched, pushing up, entering into a Shunshin as he vanished once more. Not on the ground, Ryuuza trailed the technique, emerging in the sky alongside the technique in which he previously expelled, as he reached up to try and touch the tip of the jutsu But to no avail, he couldn’t make it in time as the jutsu dispersed, and soon Ryuuza found himself plummeting towards the ground as he landed right on his face. “OOOOoooucCCCH!” He resounded, holding his face as he lied in a cloud of debris.

“Haaa!” He shouted once more, repeating the exercise as the Fuuinjutsu was proceeded by a Shunshin as the Shinobi took to the skies, attempting to touch the tip of the Fuuinjutsu once more; once again falling on his face. However this time, he at least moved a little closer to his goal. Replication, like he had introduced so many times during training the destruction and binding arts would be the key to success here, hopefully, he would be able to outrun a Jutsu, one of the fastest Fuuinjutsu in existence after this experience. It was a bittersweet feeling, the thought of failure, while still progressing towards perfection and reaching a set goal. All he had to do was continue on.

Jutsu, after Jutsu, after Jutsu, which was followed by Shunshin after Shunshin after Shunshin, implicated over a series of several attempts; Ryuuza finally found his grove and accomplished his task. Soaring through the skies, thankfully paying tribute to Shunshin as the beam of condensed chakra moved alongside him. Reaching his right arm out, and with a soft touch tapping the tip of the thunderbolt, Ryuuza smiled and waggled his hand as it seared in plan while he fell towards the ground. Caring less for how he would hit the ground, and paying more attention to what he actually did, Ryuuza was content with his progression and decided it was time to move on to the next one.

Just for old time’s sake, Ryuuza would attempt the feat he had just freshly soar over once more, making sure it wasn’t a coincidence realizing it had happened in the past. “Haaa!’ He shouted, aiming his finger towards the air once more, and as the stream of blue energy soared from his finger, disconnecting once more and flying towards the sky, the Shinobi vanished once more, entering into a Shunshin and allowing momentum and velocity to take effect, settling. Pushing up against the air, Ryuuza found himself well above the Jutsu’s range, as he could literally look down upon it. Not even reaching out to touch it, Ryuuza simply soared down, allowing the beam to pass in the clouds as a smile occupied his face for the time being.

Having dedicated another series of hours and days to repeating what was previously instilled into his person, the final lesson was upon him.


It was now time for the final lesson, one Ryuuza wouldn’t forget for a while as he had dedicated a number of weeks to training in the open training ground. A game of tag? Yes, a fucking game of tag! After rounding up a series of Shinobi, all varying and skill, speed, strength, and patience and as well as body sizes, the crimson-haired Shinobi would formerly pioneer the lesson to them all. This would act as a double-edged sword, rounding off his training, as well as fulfilling the promise he granted the prosperous and growing Shinobi trainees a week prior to current event. All were elated, and all were ready to aid in his progression.

“Okay, your guys task is quite simple. Use Shunshin to try and tag me. I’ll obviously be attempting to evade. Is that clear?” He inquired. Everyone around him nodded in conformity, easily grasping the concept as they began to stretch, Ryuuza following suit. His mind wonder about a number of things, like which one was the fastest, and even compared to their best runner, or practitioner of Shunshin, was he on an entirely new plain of his own? Oh well, I guess the Shinobi would just have to find out in the training exercise, and this didn’t bother him. Actually, it was the way he wanted it to be frank. Learning more with hands on experience always fancied his awareness.

Without recognition, or informing the others of his actions, Ryuuza vanished; the assistants all stunned momentarily by the blinding speed in which Ryuuza produced quickly snapped back into reality and promptly followed. Ryuuza soared through the training ground, vanishing, the resurfacing as he skillfully evading the several trained Shinobi who made attempts at his metaphoric life. All intent on being the one to capture him. Hime stressed fighting in large numbers would arise, and he would be ready. Noting she said turned a deaf ear, and Ryuuza eventually implicated all he had learned into this final exercise. It was comical though, seeing how far ahead of the Shunshin game he was as he easily eluded all who most likely outclassed him in years, or experience as of now.

It was time to bring this little exercise to an end, and after an hour of playing duck, duck, goose, Ryuuza finally decided to give in, finally slipping up allowing a small, frail woman to tag him. A smile set on his face as the crimson-haired Shinobi looked onto the blonde woman, realizing she was just a child; the other adult trainees sighing, eventually joining the two in congratulations to the young women who accidentally become the star of the crew. That was enough training for now, Ryuuza knew where he stood in Kage Bunshin; and that was in a league of his own. Thank you Hime-sama, he thought to himself as he smiled and entered conversation with the group.

Stepping from the depths of the shadows, the real ryuuza snickered. With a single handseal everything flashed a vivid gold. “BOOOOM!” The clone exploded with no hesitation, sending a physical shockwave through the area as plumes of smoke riddled the day. Leaving this training for now, Ryuuza walked away with two additional technique.

Techinque(s):

The subtly which illuminated through the glisten of the passing beam of vibrant cobalt manifested as the corpse dissolved before its knees touched the ground. A slow rising sensation of silence flooding the area temporarily as if permitting a moment of peace for the transient decease. The moment lingered on until Ryuuza took to an upright stance, his head tilting back as his eyes peered towards the grand expanse above; a minute sigh escaping his lips as if in content. As blessed as he was, he was still cursed. Inundated by what he barely understood, but fathomed in a forth parallel. He knew what he had to do, but could he do it?

The faint crackling if synthetic blur ceased around his index finger as the Shinobi turned his attention towards the cherry-haired woman who now motioned into a giftedly worded speech. A blend of apathy, and appreciation skillfully murmured through her dialogue, as if expressing her expectations, and flaws. Condoning his actions, but forcing him to think past a one-dimensional plain and venture further into reality. A desultory smile crept onto his face—attractive, but lackluster as he nodded in response to all she had to say. She was right, and a significant event spoke truth to this. The event which brought the two together.

“Uhmm-yes, Hime-sama.” He announced, and as she leaped from the ground, bounding the tall structures that surrounded them, Ryuuza followed suit. The two motioned through the city, effortlessly scaling the entire circumference of Konohgakure before realizing nothing was blatantly in the open. Maybe the former Shinobi came by himself? While more cultivated in terms of appearance, they were just as primitive as their lesser devolutions until Kotesu placed his depraved hands over them. Moments soared pass, and soon, the two found themselves back in the faithful location that marked the birth of a blossoming friendship.

Exiting a Shunshin, emerging only a fraction of second behind Hime, Ryuuza leisurely strolled off into the open; allowing his feet to take in the soft feel of the grass one more through his thinly padded sandals. “Yeah, if it wasn’t for you. I guess I wouldn’t be here today, huh?” He inquired grudgingly, knowing the answer holistically. Depression was faint in his tone, but nonetheless present as he neglected direct eye contact with the speed goddess and refused to turn around, yet stood staring aimlessly into the abyss of the forest.

Ryuuza had mastered another technique, augmenting his arsenal even further as the Chuunin bettered himself in the presence of his childhood friend. Hime, who was a gifted combatant in her own right, did well by augmenting the status of his friend—who many considered to be her equal—despite his shortcoming. The Flicker Afterimage would be a powerful device against any opponent who wasn’t aware of its uses. Luckily, due to Kotesu’s shrewdness and their team bond, the Jigoku only gave his secret art to Ryuuza and Soratsu—two invidiuals who favored secrecy over all else. Ryuuza could go home knowing that his efforts wouldn’t be wasted at this point.

Technique (s):

Hours in reality had passed, nonetheless, within the confines of his own consciousness, days were trained away. Taxing exercises after another consumed the Shinobi’s thoughts for he and Shōtotsu had literally taxed the physical body. Sweat poured from his pensive face and for a few hours internally, the Ninja allowed Ryuuza to rest and gather his strength. They wouldn’t progress any further if Ryuuza wasn’t physically fit enough to continue on with the day’s exercise. The goal? Simple, to help Ryuuza build a stronger control over his substantial chakra as well as to further enhance his elemental repertoire. Naturally acclimatize to a blade, teaching him how to combat another with steel would be the easy part. The hard part however came with instituting chakra as another source of power while in combat.

“Ryuuza, when you’re ready, I’d like for you to apply your chakra and try to overwhelm me.”

Taking to a stern stance, Ryuuza smiled. He had been waiting for his body to convalesce and now that it has, he was ready to prove to his Man that he could actually do something right. Hands fastened firmly around the handle, he inhaled strongly, and exhaled deeply and soon enough, a massive upsurge of Energy manifested in his body. It wouldn’t take long for the energy to leak out profusely into the air, and with that another distortion occurred. A massive quantity of sheer pressure dropped onto Shōtotsu’s shoulders. Nonetheless, he stood unfazed by the sudden weight that brushed heavily against his body.

“More, Ryuuza!”

Shōtotsu shouted out with the commanding nature akin to a general speaking down to his subordinate. He was impressed by the power, he couldn’t rebuff it. Nonetheless, it was the control and the lack of raw consequence that bought the Ninja to his own dismay. If only Ryuuza truly understood his own power, maybe this exercise would move more soothingly. A thought came to mind. Gesturing Ryuuza to stop his application with the wave of his hand, Shōtotsu sighed and cracked his beck, rotating it in a circular manner as his eyes were shout, until his head suddenly stop motioning around.

“Tell me how far I am from you after this….”

And with that, Shōtotsu released his own power. His presence now lingering greatly in the air around them, Ryuuza stood his ground, exerting his own chakra to stand on his feet evenly with Shōtotsu. “Now,” the Man instructed Ryuuza to isolate his location, and from there, tell him precisely how far he was from him. Ryuuza, pondering on the thought smiled, finding the answer rather easily as he pointed forward towards Shōtotsu laughing. Was this a joke? Or was his ninja being candidly serious? Either way, the Shinobi was told to give an answer, and so he would.

“You’re kinda far, like 10 meters roughly?”

“No.” And there was the significance that constructed the foundation of Ryuuza’s own chakra effects. Depth perception. Shōtotsu snickered a bit, smiling impassively at the miscalculation on his master’s part. And there he just demonstrated the gap in their power. Technically it would be the gap in understanding. Stepping forward, not even two steps, Shōtotsu reached out, and with the tip of his index finger, flicked Ryuuza on the nose self-assuredly, and took a step back. He would give a moment to see if Ryuuza understood exactly what had happened. He didn’t need to say he knew what was going on, since the Ninja was about to tell him anyways.

“I never moved in the first place..”

Ryuuza stood stock-still as the finger of his ninja hit the bridge of his nose and retracted back to its original position. He didn’t move? No, that couldn’t be true, Ryuuza had just saw Shōtotsu fifty-feet away, and now he was able, in two steps to be within arm’s length to touch him? No, that wasn’t it. Something was up, and from there, it was easy to presume what factor had played on Ryuuza’s senses. Smiling, he was somewhat discomfited it took him long enough to understand the dynamics behind the power in which Shōtotsu was demonstrating. With a sigh of content, Ryuuza stood up straight, finally noticing the pressure leaving his body as he looked at the darkened reflection of himself who stood in front of him.

“You infected my Depth Perception,”

Shōtotsu nodded, his arms still folding over his chest while his reversion of the actual Zanpkautō lied secure on his hips. So Ryuuza wasn’t as dimwitted as others assumed? He was truly a genius, able to determine the effects of his chakra after one use. Nonetheless, it was expected from someone whose power centralized around affecting the senses of others. A bitter sweet experience to grasp a greater understanding through the infection of one’s person against themselves. That was the lesson in which Shōtotsu was trying to instill.

“No, you did. Look at your hand.” The instructor resonated threw words. Ryuuza, seemingly still in dismay turned his eyes towards his palm. “E-Electricity?” Raven hues falling over fragments of crackling blue, the boy smiled. He had discovered his second element---Raiton. The electrical impulse and lack of control easily explained the neural confusion and lack of true depth perception.

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Learned Raiton!